Tales of Exile: The Age of Creation.

   In the beginning, there was only the Ethereal Void that loomed over a flat Pangaea, nothing existed except for few beasts born of earth that roamed across the land, endlessly without purpose, until suddenly, five colossal beings were birthed from the void. These beings were outstanding in appearance, each glowing with their own radiant energy, they were red, blue, black, white, and gold, they witnessed the chaos around them, yearning for their own purpose to exist. These beings wandered the earth beneath them, their very footsteps changing and altering the land, the red and blue being's steps left the land ravaged in snow and sand, while the black and white being's steps left the land altered with distorted vegetation, this soon rendered the land in a more horrid state of chaos. It soon became apparent that these beings could not agree upon how the land should be shaped, they began fighting each other, trying to take the land for themselves, their powers clashed and began to deform the land further, from rising mountains to shattered canyons, their conflict turned into an eternal struggle, until the gold being took action. "Stop!" The being yelled, it's voice booming as it gained the attention of the others, "We must divide this land, if we are to exist with purpose." The other beings stood and stared at the golden colossus, hesitant to take further action, "We must not wage wars among ourselves, instead we must unite and shape this land to have purpose as well." The others soon approached the being and stood around it, "Decide your purpose now, or give into chaos and be struck down by my own hands." It said with a mighty conviction as it manifested a sword from it's own energy and divided the ground into four Regions from where it stood.

   The other four paused and noticed the Golden Being had made a small circle around itself, "Why give yourself the least amount of land?" The Abysmal Colossus asked with a slight distortion in it's voice, "I shall claim the sky, so that I may observe your actions, and keep an Eternal Balance between all of you, now, tend to your lands, and I shall reward your efforts." The Golden Colossus said as the others walked to their Regions. The Abysmal Colossus was the first shape it's land, exploding in a black smog that ravaged and turned the plant life into poisonous foliage and dead-like trees, distorting all that was within its Region. It soon began sprouting a permanent blight, graying the sky and turning the land into a dystopian waste land and a reflection of morbid beauty, as this happened, the the Abysmal Colossus began to diminish in size, to the point where the others soon lost sight of it. The next to begin shaping their land was the Freezing Colossus, who took things more slowly, instead spreading a blue mist on all the mountains in its region, bringing them to life and giving them a living shape, "Help me shape my land, and in return I reward you with eternal rest." The Freezing colossus said as it already began creating tall frozen trees and turning the sky clouded with constant snow. The Mountains spread out and began to do the same as their creator, carefully shaping the land with trees and snow, being mindful of where they stood, it's Region became a cold, tranquil looking tundra, reflecting the effort and work behind it's craft, once it was finished, the mountains returned to their rest, as the Freezing Colossus also diminished and vanished like it's Abysmal counterpart.

   The Blissful Colossus had taken a more entertaining approach to shaping their Region, erecting masses of plant life and trees in a white fog, all brightly colored and fruitful, it treated their land as a great celebration. Everything looked so lively and energetic within the Blissful Colossi's borders, reflecting utopian ideals as the being soon vanished within the trees, leaving a sense of untamed appreciation. Last was the Blazing Colossi's turn, but instead they just laid down in the middle of their land and rested, too tired to make any effort to shape their Region, all they were concerned with was resting after their sudden existence. Accidental or not, the being reached for the earth beneath it, turning it into a blanket of sand which it had draped over itself to promote its rest in a red heat, the blanket of sand itself folded and tore, creating dunes of sand and a scattered oasis, the Blazing Colossus soon gave into the sleep as it became one with the Region, altering their land into a reflection of art through rest. Now the once barren Pangaea had gained a newly balanced form, divided into 4 lands of various unique design and reflection of the four being's purpose, while the fifth being remained in the center, using their power more wisely.

   As the Golden Colossus stood in solitude, deciding deeply on how to shape it's land, it soon gazed into the sky, reaching for a piece of the void that had created it. The being stared intently at the fragment of the void as it sparked and swayed in it's grasp, it was energy without form, a soul without a body, it was life without purpose. It soon became clear to the Golden Colossus on how it would use it's power, immediately reaching deep into the earth and pulling out minerals infused with it's power, shaping and sculpting the rock with ease, creating a large forge that would forever be known as the Crucible. As soon as the forge was made, the Golden Colossus filled it with it's light as it spiraled itself and the void into the Crucible, filling it with a mix of primordial energy. The land grew quiet, absent of the five beings that shaped it individually, the beasts that originated from the earth, now altered by the aftermath of the colossi's ideals.

   The Crucible pulsed with light and dark energy, in a continuous flux of duality, until suddenly, a vortex surged within the large forge, taking in the essence of the Regions around it. The Black Smog, the Blue Mist, the White Fog, and the Red Heat, all joining in the Crucible before falling over, casting the shadow of five figures. The very beings who shaped the land were now given a physical form, each still reflecting their ideals within their appearance, the figure in the center walked out first and looked around as the light and dark faded from it's body, revealing a tall man with golden eyes, and oriental armor of gold and silver. He turned around and looked upon the others, all tall men like himself, each with a newly gained identity. They were now King Tiven of Slain, King Korzen of Resurrected, King Byfron of Frost, King Zarren of Drought, and King Larvako of Grand, declaring the land to be forever known as Exile, "Brothers, I promised to reward you for your efforts, and I shall keep to it by creating life to sustain the land and give it purpose" Larvako said as the other Kings kneel before him. "Please stand, we are all equals, and must maintain our ideals and shape our Residents as we see fit." The Grand King proclaimed as the others nodded and walked towards their regions, waiting for the Crucible to create life for their Regions.